< The scene is set: Sunday morning at 6 am; birds innocently (but annoyingly) tweet in the soft spring breezes outside our open bedroom window... >
Matilda: "I'll get him.."
Doc: "Does KrispyKreme deliver?"
< a moment of silence passes while Jack wails softly in the background; the birds continue to innocently (but annoyingly) tweet >
Matilda (realizing he has just been impliedly authorized to go buy doughnuts on a Sunday morning) :
"I'll see what I can do"
< The scene is the car at the drive-up window. Having cunningly applied his Joyner Elementary School Krispy Kreme Fundraising Card to the transaction, Matilda absconds with two-dozen doughnuts for the price of one. Actually, slightly less of a deal when you factor in the money he gave to the elementary school, but whatev. A dozen assorted (mostly chocolate) and a dozen glazed Hot & Now's gently await their impending conquest. Jack sits happily in the back seat cooing. >
< The scene returns to the house, two hours later. A somewhat sticky and very hyperglycemic 15 month-old toddles uncertainly back to his sleeping mother. >
Doc: "Good morning, sweetie.."
Doc: "Why are you so sticky and warm and glazed? Oh, your fingers taste so good! Sweet bliss!"
Matilda: "Honey, we've been eating doughnuts for a while now. I think he ate three - I wouldn't shake him too much like that.
< The end. >